Bootyard Bandits - Shirt Potatoes Lyrics

She's a bat shit crazy loopy lady
A sandwich short of a picnic baby
Freaky-deaky, straight up 5150
Crack-ass, bonkers, nutty and leafy
Jacked up, messed up, kooky, loony
Cray-cr-cray-cray, certifiably zany
Out of her mind, nuttier than a squirrel
One fry short of a happy meal
But she's got two things going for her
And one thing's for sure

I'd sell my 4x4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes

Two cans short of a six-pack, she's nucking futs
Mondo bizarro, she's real f*cked up
Bobo, bonkers, far out crunk
She's bats, she's nuts, she's out to lunch!
She's batty, bananas, got a screw loose I tell ya
Off the wall, her cheese has slid off its cracker
Postal, psycho, mad as a hatter
More cuckoo than a clock- Hell, I wish I never met her
Cracked up, whacked out, whacked up, wigged out
Insane in the membrane without a doubt
Off her box, off her rocker, off her nut, off her tree
Needs a check-up from the neck up if you're asking me
But she's got two things going for her
And one thing's for sure

I'd sell my 4x4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes

I'd sell my 4x4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes